Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.